Take me home, country roads

M. and I are spending this weekend house- and cat-sitting at our friends' place in Brooklyn, with the purpose of a) getting out of Manhattan for a couple days and b) looking at apartments so that we can get out of Manhattan for more than a couple days. So far, no bites, but as we were sitting outside eating dinner at Porchetta last night (great food, dismal service) amidst the relative peace and quiet of Smith Street, we both commented on How Different we already felt. It's a sad day when taking the train to Brooklyn has the same physical and mental impact as taking a wagon to rural Iowa, but I'll take what I can get.

More importantly, here are a few videos taken by our friend RJ on his digicam at the barbecue and the wedding, which may provide a poor but acceptable substitute for the Real Thing. Enjoyez-vous.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_sW9M6m8kM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivcF-Fygg9E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Js0QwExv9ZA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlMXoCrd6vg


Also, this it Too Little Too Late, but if anyone can get their hands on the US edition of the London Times from July 1st, a Very Good Friend wrote an insightful article on the state of gay marriage in America, with a particular focus on our wedding - - I, of course, had planned on giving a heads up on here prior to its publication, but was still living on Neptune at the time and thus neglected to do so. I don't think it's available online (VGF, please correct me if I'm wrong) but maybe I'll ask M. to scan it at work.

Tonight, we're testing out the local gay scene at a quaint country bar called Excelsior. Which sounds like a gaudy hotel or a specialty prophylactic, and is therefore already near and dear to my heart.